Fıx you {H.S.}

6| Morning

Harry and I stayed talking to early hours in the morning. It surprised me how much we had to talk about. There was never an awkward silence or fail of speech, words and topics just came naturally. And as time went on, I found myself getting more and more comfortable with Harry. A sense of comfort unlike anyone else I had a relationship with. Apart from one person. My dad.

Harry reminded me a lot of my dad. Not in his looks or personality, but in the way he made me feel. The way I felt so safe around him and the way he looked at me with a look of such care and admiration. I was slowly liking him more and more.

I ended up falling asleep at 4:00 am and all that I remember beforehand was Harry and I making daisy chains. I was teaching him how to make them properly, but as we laughed at his failures and made several each, I felt myself getting more tired and when he turned around to look for more daisies, I lay down on the grass and closed my eyes. And before I fully dozed off, I heard Harry moving closer to me and, I think, lying down next to me and I heard the light rhythmic beat of his breath before I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, my guesses were proved right as the first thing my eyes fell on was a sleeping Harry beside me. He looked so peaceful and angelic with his head leaning on his outstretched arm and his chest slowly rising up and down. I sat myself up and realised I was still holding my daisy chain from last night. I smiled and put it around Harry's head, realising that as soon as I moved, a daisy chain was around my head too. Harry must of put his around me when I was asleep. I nudged the headband up so it didn't fall off and tied my chain for Harry together, securing it around his head of brown curls.

The movement woke him up straight away and his eyes fluttered open, his green orbs hitting my blue ones and immediately giving off a sparkle. He re-shifted himself and his daisy chain fell down several inches of his face. He pulled a confused look and put his hand up to his forehead before smiling and pushing the band back up. His eyes found mine once again.

"Morning." He said.

I smiled. "Morning."

"We're matching." He said.

"Yeah."

He smiled and looked around at the fresh morning scene, then at the watch around his wrist.

"What's the time?" I asked him.

"10." He replied, standing up and outstretching his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up swiftly to my feet like I was a rag doll. His hands stayed wrapped around mine for a while before he pulled away entirely. "My mum will be worried." He said, stepping back a bit.

"Mine too." I told him, not knowing what would await me when I got home. I didn't want to go back there but I knew I had to sometime. And Harry couldn't stay with me forever.

"Thanks for last night." I said to Harry as he slowly turned around. He turned back to me and smiled before nodding.

"It was fun, yeah?"

I laughed. "Yeah."

"You have a good day, Heather." Harry said before turning back around and walking towards his house.

"Harry!" I called out, not wanting him to go just yet as I stalled for more time.

He turned back around. "Yeah?"

"You still have the daisy chain on." I said.

He laughed. "I know." He said. "I like it."

I smiled and nodded.

"Bye, Heather." He said for the final time, giving me a small wave.

I felt myself blush. "Bye, Harry."